Thursday, November 17, 2011

REAL JOB: WHAT A FUCKING DAY

Ever have one of those days when you were so busy that you barely had time to go to the bathroom, and yet at the end of it, nothing that needed to get done was done? That was my day today. I tried so hard to get shit done, but every. Fucking. Thing. that could have gone badly, did. So I got stood up for some meetings, and suffered through others, and my shoot, which was pretty much touch and go for the whole day (and at one point looked so unlikely that I almost called Time of Death) ended up happening after all but was extremely delayed and proved to be yet more wasted time. For reasons that are too irritating, and, frankly, too boring, to go into, nothing got done. It's one of those nights when I have to remind myself why I get up every morning and head into the office:


And it's true. I love my "real" job. Almost as much as I love my fake one, which is this blog and my clients who truly believe I can help them. Most people would kill for one job that they love, let alone two. So I should really shut the fuck up. At least I am aware of this. However, after a day like today, here's what I have to keep telling myself:


Because right now all I have is that quiet voice (and hey there, voice, feel free to speak up a little). But I will get up and try again tomorrow. And somehow or other, I will come out on the other side of this. Right? Right. (Right?)

I promise the next post won't be such s downer. It's on Client #2 and all the progress that we've made, as well as some sneak peeks at purchases for her bedroom. Yay! Progress.

XOXOXO
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28 comments

logan
November 17, 2011 at 11:27 PM

that day you described? That is my day 4 out of 5 days a week. Hands down.

January 6, 2012 at 4:45 AM

Awesome. Love this post!

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